Isla and Collins slowed down as the music faded, their movements coming to a smooth stop. For a second, there was silence—like the whole hall needed a moment to catch up with what they had just seen.
Then the crowd erupted.
Cheers, claps, people shouting their names.
Isla let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, her chest rising as she looked around, almost overwhelmed by the reaction.
Collins glanced at her with a small grin. “Told you.”
She shook her head slightly, still catching her breath. “…That was a lot.”
He laughed softly. “Yeah. But you handled it.”
In the crowd, Soran clapped, impressed. “Okay, I’ll admit it. That was actually good.”
Cauro nodded beside him. “Not just good. They owned that stage.”
A few steps behind them, Rowan stood still, his eyes fixed on
